Beverly: He goes to Penn, he's a classics major, and he drives a way cooler car than Drew.
Erica: Cooler than a Mustang 5.0?
Beverly: Yes, a Saab.
Erica: A Saab? What the hell is that?
Beverly: It's Swedish. It's sporty. It's got a key in the middle, next to the armrest. It's like a spaceship.

Pops: Barry, you're scrounging around for quarters right now.
Barry: No, I'm not. I was looking for this fork. 'Cause I'm gonna eat coleslaw. Does that mean I'm addicted to coleslaw, too?
Pops: I don't know. I don't care anymore. This whole thing's gotten very weird.

Bruce: I don't even know this girl, all right? My dad is her mom's podiatrist! The only reason I agreed to go out with her is 'cause he said I could use his Saab!
Drew: Well, that's a real sob story, am I right?
Erica: You're such an ass, Drew. I love you.
Drew: What?
Erica: Nothing.

Murray: There you are. Your mom and I couldn't decide who you'd be more annoyed to see. We talked about it for a while, and here I am.

Barry: Hi. My name is Barry Norman Goldberg. I'm addicted to arcade games.

Erica: Mmm! Mom, so good. I don't say this enough, but I love tacos. And I love my family.

Pops: Here you go, boys. Have fun with your beep-bop-boop.

Beverly: Oh, just one more quick question Uh, what is the name of Drew's new bimbo?

Erica: Well, here's your stupid varsity jacket back! Use it to cover up Tracy's stupid face!
Beverly: Yeah!
Erica: Sorry, Tracy, I know this isn't about you.
Beverly: Yeah!

Barry: What did you do?
Adam: What did you do?! My Millennium Falcon's gone. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?
Barry: Kind of.
Adam: Why didn't you sell something of yours, like your signed Moses Malone Jersey?
Barry: Dude, I could never sell that. I'd miss it too much.
Adam: You know what, even with all the crap you do, I still look up to you. Not any more.